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No Cash - Gasoline lyrics
<font size="1"><b>(feat. rman)</b></font><br> no cash motha fucka! you don't wanna fuck with me i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree with the strike of a match hit the gasoline POP PILLS! drugs kill? it's worth the thrill started in the NAZO pira "QUICK TO DRAW" sharp like a blade, we'll cut ya like a chainsaw drink yo blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk grind yer fuckin' bones to LACE MY BLUNT, PUNK! snap, crackle, pop! motherfuck the cops always stayin on my toes when i walk the block and when i walk up in the store i bring my own discount cause i'm sick of payin and to suck corporate cock i know my spanish is rusty but my english is olde 40 down grab yourself an ice cold colt 45 feelin' alive drunk or fuckin the daylight READY TO DIE!!! NAZO step to this and i'll slit yer wrist cross you off the list unless yer gonna throw a punch it'll break your fist man up duck down cause the cars wont miss bust 6 shots on an undacova cop they're all crooked mofos and it's not gonna stop so held yo ground down "run your own town" down with the man LET THE DRUMS SOUND i'll hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision yo, i'm sinnin and i'm grinnin' FUCK RELIGION fucked up got a vision so listen high off the fumes of the shit i'm kickin' thats how i get down! you say yer the king but im rockin the crown high on my throne sniffin lines making deals got a CHEF in the kitchen, fixin' my last meal |
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